#bee chats

[suguwu]

soulmate au where gojo doesn't have a soulmate. his skin is unmarred; there's no silver smear of ink anywhere on his body.

when you're kids, you hear someone wondering if he's human, anyway, between having no mark and the raw power he thrums with. there's something wrong with the gojo heir, they whisper.

gojo glances over his shoulder at them, his comet-tail eyes icy. they go quiet, cowed even then.

the next time you see him, you uncap the silver marker with your teeth. your kanji are wobbly, imperfect, as you write your name down on the delicate skin of his wrist.

see? you say. your smile is missing a tooth. now you have a mark.

you're too young to know better; too young to understand.

you forget quickly, but gojo—

gojo never does.

[numapompilioi]

Ellos son familia 💜

Que el corazón no miente, que afortunadamente, me haces bien, me haces bien, me haces bien.

Teodelina Mamá: Chardonnay Tauret, Arcade Snape, Ludovico Quirón, Alba Lili y Angela Dorothea Merkel. (02-23-2020)

Y curé mis heridas. Y me encendí de amor. Y quemé las cortinas. Y me encendí de amor. De amor sagrado

Charly Garcia

[andiais1]

Sam Neill’s Tik Tok is a thing of beauty and everyone should follow him.

[tchaikovbee]

Unused kraang queen April my belovéd they should have put you in mutant apocalypse you would have slayed 💅 the whole wasteland

[suguwu]

kita and his baby girl who brings him all the frogs she catches in the paddies. she scoops them up with her bare hands and cups them between her little palms. the frog belts out a worried note and makes a bid for freedom; she shuts her hands around it.

"gentle," kita reminds her, closing his big hands around hers so he can loosen her grip a bit. "like with the ducks, remember?"

her brow furrows, her dark eyebrows pinching together. "gentle," she repeats.

"s'right, baby. we're gentle with animals."

"and people!"

kita nods. "and people too."

"no biting."

he coughs out a laugh, glad you're not here to see the way her smile widens. "no biting," he agrees. "and no frogs in the house. c'mon, it's time to let frog-san go."

"but i wanna keep 'im."

"but then you can't catch 'im again."

she pauses, considering. she raises her hands to peek between them; the frog ribbits sadly. "bye frog-san."

kita helps her return the frog to the paddy gently. it hops away quickly, disappearing into the murky water.

"what're we gonna do when we get home?" he asks.

"wash our paws!"

"s'right," he says. she reaches for him and he scoops her up, settling her onto his hip as he starts to walk back to his old truck. "and then what?"

"dinner! so we can get big and strong an' catch more frogs!"

a smile unfurls on kita's lips. "so we can catch more frogs," he agrees. "as many as you want."

she squints up at him. "promise?"

"yeah, baby," he says, pressing a kiss to her hair, as gray as the moon. "i promise."

[suguwu]

being in an arranged marriage with gojo where he is clearly with getou, clearly in love with him. he spends almost all his time with him. since he's taken a lover, you assume that he's fine with you taking one too—that he's not interested and you're free to do as you please.

you're very, very wrong.

[suguwu]

haunted by the idea getou and gojo picking you up at a bar. they're clearly good friends, but they don't seem like a couple—until you're in the bedroom. they kiss each other with ease; there's heat to it, a sweet flare of sparks, tinder being struck.

"you're together?" you pant, catching gojo's hand as it delves past the hem of your pants, his long middle finger brushing against the heat between your legs.

it's getou who answers, leaning over the curve of gojo's back to press a biting kiss at the edge of your jaw.

"we're divorced."

[suguwu]

soulmate au where your mark is your soulmate's name, but as they write it. it changes as you grow older; goes from shaky hirigana to kanji, the characters flowing like ink across your skin. it settles eventually, with only tiny deviations, and you pay it little mind.

until it goes from todoroki touya to dabi.